Jervis McEntee Diaries: August 19, 1884

Tuesday, Aug 19, 1884 Each morning I awake irresolute and with a most lonely and miserable feeling. I am sure it would be different if I had a companion and then there informal wholly incomprehensible "Pests" make me wretched. I went off up the stream and worked on a study I made the day after I came and improved it. In the afternoon I made another sketch and came in at 3. There were three strangers staying here last night, a pedlar, a driver and a man looking for a yoke of oxen to buy. I had a letter from Miss Nesmith from West Medford telling me of the death of her mother. I wrote her a letter which the pedlar is to mail for me.

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